there are some things that keep us here,
tied to this town
to this earth.
a wind of change blows through me
(what a cliched phrase!)
but it does,
and i wish that i could follow it
let freedom take me where it wills.
but there are some things;
a parent,
a niece soon to be born,
familiarity,
the comfort of home.
yesterday i worked in my garden
the bonsais need watering
i planted three in a clump
in a cheap brown pot
i exposed their roots because it looks good
i covered the dark earth
with soft green moss
there are some things to fear with trees
just potted, their roots are weak
once, in a gale,
a camellia blew over
it's roots were too weak
and the blossom on the top branch
disappeared on the wind.
there are some things that keep me here,
the greatest of which is fear.
i have no wish to be alone,
to be uprooted in a storm.
and so these things shall keep me here,
rooted to this town.
Author notes
I have given up on capital letters. they seem irrelevant.
A contest entry
- "Roots" by kaibab.
1700 points, ended September 14, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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yes, such a perfect picture of what can truly hold us...and you manage to get at the truth that many of us would choose to deny. beautiful, honest poetry.
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In simple, sighs the truth as talent,
tangent, touch circle's curve,
for just an instant, lighting spire
to soar in space, as line blown higher...
I did so enjoy this...
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very good
very profound and compelling! no need for capital letters...the thoughts are enough. congrats and best regards, friend!
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you and me both. i actually think they're kind of ugly in poetry.
i haven't read this very well because i'm vv tired and i've just done two 3u maths exams and i want to curl up and die, but god you're writing a lot these days
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*hugs*
poor darling. just sleep.
love you!
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